Stolen Colors ((Abscen Chroma))

A golden bird,
With azure eyes,
A dusky tail,
Looks upon the emerald plains,
Never singing,
Never stopping,
Not even for the food or pain.

The sun goes down,
The sky lights bright,
And the burdened towns,
Come up for night.

The shadowed and the stars,
Ridden with black,
Burdened with blue,
Shine on the bird,
Shine on us too,
And for the night,
The bird stays golden,
Till the sun rises,
Till a new burden,
Rests on our shoulders.

When the sun rises,
As the bird carries on,
Everything fades,
Broken,
Forgotten,
Except for the bird,
Who waits for the night,
And while grayest can be,
While darkest at light;
She will take back her colors,
Leave him in the day,
Because while she knows the night,
And he is the gray,
They both share the color,
And the color never stays.

ISA